memoirs from a distant land-part two

there is technically nothing distant as"distance" where my native land is concerned...but somehow when i reach here....the memories associated with this place and the echoes of bygone times makes me feel i am nothing but a short time visitor to another time...this weird feeling is the basis of the tug and pull of warring emotions inside me...wanting to be here...but still craving for the security of my life in Mumbai.

now,that the title of my blog is clear..i will pick up my random comments again..

i have always felt that a city's elves and fairies come out and sprinkle stardust all over their city only at night..when the bustle of the morning and the dust of the afternoon give way to twilight..that elusive time..which induces so much longing and nostalgia in you....tempting you with glimpses of paths untraveled and dreams not followed......these magic guys....twirl around and wrap the city in their magic warp ......

i say this because of two incidents...
let me tell you that my native town..is a town nestled in backwaters..... a town with a rich culture and long royal history....the capital of one the erstwhile royalties of Kerala...a place which still stands in the shadows of its history....
my town was honoured with a "mall" just recently....and we went on a family outing there one evening...i
went with an open mind..but let me tell you..i had my fair share of doubts about a"mall" in my town...
imagine my surprise....when i encountered customer paging systems in their food courts..and automatic taps,all possible brand names.....
that night...while going back home.....winding through the small lanes...with the car radio playing ghazals.....i was aware of that keen emotion..of being in the no man's land of pride over my town's development and a sense of loss of innocence....and the silken night sky above...echoed my sense nostalgia...

the second incident was not of nostalgia...but a feeling of supreme well being......the night before
"Thrissur Pooram"

 for my fellow bloggers who do not know  about this  festival.....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrissur_Pooram

one night before the "Pooram" we walked "the walk"......taking in the festivities.....the shops...the people..the elephants..the lights...it was as if the town was bedecked like a bride...awaiting the day of her wedding....
walking through the magic of "pooram eve"....i was filled with such a sense of well being ...as if someone was truly watching over me and would never let anything go wrong with my life....
i was sure,,that if i looked for it...i could really see my magic people....twirling and vanishing in the crowd of people......
all said and done.....my journey continues,,in this land.....and i will be back with more.....
till then......
goodbye..

ice-nightmagic-ness.

memoirs from a distant land-part one

i used to think keeping a diary was overrated,but now,not only do i keep an every day type diary but am seriously considering exercising my hand with the help of a pen,somehow i used to consider blogger my personal diary...but away from 24*7 Internet connection i feel your simple pen and paper work better...

so here goes some ramblings ..from my native land......

when i think of a diary nowadays...i see it as a companion......

a companion to the girl...as she sits late at night..before going to bed..hair oiled and tied up...and some gooey stuff on her face..looking scary in order to look pretty in the long term...sitting on her bed..and scribbling away to glory......

a companion to the girl.....on her way to her native land..in the train...as the wind whips her hair onto her face and lashes away at the pages of her diary.....as she looks out dreamily making up some poetic rhetoric....

a companion whom she misses terribly when some beautiful thoughts....or some dreadful thoughts......occur to her...in the course of her day.....a companion who never judges her...but allows her to be...and never ditches her....

a companion to whom even the thoughts which she can never express...or understand completely makes complete sense....

a companion who allows her to laugh at herself....when she reads the things she had written before....
a guardian and witness of the passage of time.....through which her thoughts..evolve,grow..and maybe at times even mutate.....

thus..i start this series.....which i don't know,,,when and how i will complete....maybe the next time i access my dad's office computer...but still will try to be regular...and write what i feel from my native land..my birthplace...at times i try my best to run away from...but which will always have some mysterious ties to my soul..and will always pull me back....and howmuchever i deny its right on me...will always wholeheartedly offer me solace and peace...some old,ancient pull ...in place long before my time....which cannot be described in words......

signing out....

ice-weird-ness.....